The feeling that you don't belong
to anyone, to any group, to any home.
If I swear, will I be able to fit in?
If I shout and say mean words,
will I be able to fit in?
If I judge your face and even body
will I be able to fit in?
Does that even make sense?
If I drink alcohol, will I feel like I belong?
If I let people step on my boundaries,
Will I feel at home?
But that is not me; I'm not a jigsaw.
I'm not a robot that you're trying
to fix with a saw.
I don't need to fit in; I love to be alone.
If you're heartless, why would I care?
Do I need to be like you just to belong?
If that's the deal, I'll just leave you behind.
I literally can't lie; my conscience
is eating me.
Even with the little judgment
I accidentally made,
I ask forgiveness for it.
People are insensitive these days.
I only act on what I hear is okay,
but that doesn't mean I will tolerate it.
If I'm not expressive,
will I be able to fit in?
If I just laughed at every insensitive joke, would I feel peace?
They are still whole, and I'm drowning in every thought in my brain.
Tell me if I'm not myself.
Will I be able to fit in?
